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Through the pastures where the mystical Jesus was born Subconsciously the carbon monoxide arise from those pastures.In my heart up it goes to the atmosphere.

Loving you was like slave masters lashes, I lashed out. And passive aggressive behaviors kept me in line.

You didn’t love me enough.

I had a pleasure in seeing how you would rest your chin on my violin and played me so gently. I had the pleasure of being found finally.

Like the 7 wonders of the world I found one I wouldn’t stop visiting. unrequited love was your form of control to just go be. Guess I only saw this as a commitment.

You been check out as you saw it from the clouds looking dow.Instead of making a choice to walk beside me in this.

It’s cool.

You didn’t love me enough.

But it’s not cool.

Long nights wondering if I believe if this earth were made up of buddhas and Horus’s. I delve into sound waves of what sequences in our sacred geometry that put a world between us.

I try to find you in celestial forms.Planet placements that maybe you hop in and out of.Using astral projection to maybe see what way to have control over me.

These dried up tears listening to cranes in the sky on repeat wondering if I got strings on my chest because I still follow your words in my head to see where it went wrong.

You didn’t love me enough

I’m grounding and u gave me a sense of foundation yet u did the same for me until you disappeared. Where do you go when people who love you miss you? Do you not acknowledge their presence in your life?

You didn’t love me enough

I stayed, I found, I sacrificed, I illustrated, yet you mastered. Two completely different frequencies and neither one of them saw that a blessing was slipping away. Was it true love because it didn’t last or was it too heavenly for earthly basic needs?

I say he didn’t love me enough.

I’m sure he’ll say she didn’t love me enough.

Through my pain she should have hid her power of her truth from me and focus on me.Seeing where I am at mentally, to come in and play the ultimate sorcery.

I needed her to adore me like I do her.She didn’t see my protecting her was my way of showing her my love.

She played with me as if I didn’t spend my time not getting to know her.How dare write this poem when I was there when no one was?

Through my own devastation I tried loving her with me being open.She broke me down with truthfulness.

She messed everything up by not being everything I want.My masculinity wouldn’t accept men are predators and she was quite the flirt.

She didn’t love me enough.

True wisdom is what I provided giving her the tools for her to see this through, navigate our relationship with rightful eyes and she let me down.

She didn’t love me enough.

I thought for the both of us, Queen that she is.She got me wondering how do I love again after this,Is this what women do, who knows,

But she didn’t understand so I left.Because I need someone to love me enough.

And she cried because she wasn’t given a second chance and her love language completely ignored.